The conditions for skiing today could not have been more different than yesteday. I woke up to blizzard-like conditions outside my window, but I had already paid for my lift ticket and my ski rental, so off I went. When I was the only one on the 50 person gondola at 8:30am, I started to get worried. Turns out no one skis here on a Tuesday morning, especially in a snow storm.
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| The view from the top of the mountain. Where did the Alps go? |
When I got off the lift at the top, I couldn't even tell where the run started. After a
few minutes of trying to figure out which way to go using my trail map, I
once again heard some people speaking English, this time Australians. I
one again asked if I could tag along for the run, and ended up spending
most of the day with them. They were a dad and daughter and two
friends of the family who travel to St. Mortiz every year to ski. So,
despite being Australian, they were great skiiers and knew the mountain
very well. I was very greatful for the company, and for not ending up
lost in the snow! They even insisted on buying me lunch, when I pulled
out my cheese sandwich picnic.
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| Chairlift to nowhere... |
The powder was incredible to ski on, but by 3:00 my legs were toast, so I called it a day. I spent the rest of the afternoon and evening wandering around St. Moritz Dorf, the ritzy part of the town. The streets are lined with Chanel and Maserati shops and apparently the Prince of Thailand is currently staying in one of the hotels.
As I was walking around, it stopped snowing and the skies cleared. I'm very happy that the weather cleared, since tomorrow I am taking the Glacier Express to Zermatt. It is supposed to be one of the best train journeys in the world, but today the view would have been the same as the view out our living room window last Tuesday.
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| Church in St Moritz Bad at night. |
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